Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 64 Listening to Xiao Xiao (1)
His voice was as cold as a millennium cold lake.

Although the language is harsh.

Habits, but naturally unrestrained.

"This painting boat is narrow and small. I will always meet you when I walk up and down. Is it possible that you are only allowed to stand and not let me come? Besides, Qianli Jiangtao, sit and watch the clouds rise, and the moonlight is leisurely. Meditate Enough nourishment, why bother to brag about this work and be so sad? Black and white old monster, you are really unreasonable." Xiao Yao didn't know why, but she couldn't help but lose her temper when she saw him, whether she had never seen an old man in her life, and he looked like a knight-errant figure?Although his temper is a bit strange, he is always frank.

It's really interesting to see a lot of vile faces, but it's rare to meet a good one.

Thousands of miles of Jiangtao, sit and watch the clouds rise, chasing the moonlight and leisurely?It was so peaceful and comfortable, his heart suddenly trembled.

"Pretending to be smart!" Lu Yu lowered his voice and said coldly, "Stinky girl, you will have to pay a price for taking random nicknames!" At the end of the sentence, the long sleeves turned back his wrists, and the metacarpal bones precisely pinched Xiao Yao's thin neck.

Xiao Yao frowned, couldn't utter a word in pain, stared at his back stubbornly, and kicked his leg quickly, he is a hero, even if he is old, he is still a hero, he can't be kicked to death.

Lu Yu said impatiently: "Smelly girl, you want to die!" She hit her leg with a flute back, Xiao Yao gasped in pain.

Xiao Qing blushed in anger, and shouted: "Old black and white monster, I won't learn from you! I hate it!" He rushed forward and bit the back of his hand.

The man was stunned for a while, then slowly let go of his hand, and said indifferently: "Why do you want to learn from me?"

"The eldest sister said that you are so majestic. Who knows that you are so old, you don't care about poverty, and you bully the eldest sister. You are bad, not a good hero, I don't want to learn from you! Black and white old monsters, black and white old monsters, yours The face must be terrifying!" Xiao Qing said angrily.

Xiao Yao rubbed her sore neck, and provoked him: "You are either wearing Mili, or you have long hair covering your face, or you have a dark back facing people, could it be that you are afraid of seeing people?"

"I'm just afraid that I can't help but want to kill you all! Smelly girl, you were poisoned so deeply that you saved me with poison. Don't think that I will be grateful to you!" Lu Yu stretched his long sleeves slightly, and his white hair fluttered like a It was as if the white horse was passing by, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Xiao Yao stomped her feet and said: "He ran away again, the more weird you are, the more I will pester you!"

Xiao Qing clapped his hands and said: "Okay, I will accompany the eldest sister to mess with him."

A wave splashed high and hit the painting railing, Xiao Yao pulled Xiao Qing away and smiled.

The river is full of fun, and it is also leisurely to sit and watch the clouds rise.

For ten days, the sound of the flute is still there, and the shadow of the bamboo is lonely.

The difference is that there is always a girl in green standing behind him.

The yellow hair is shining, the eyes are like water, clear and meaningful, as if intoxicated with him.

Sunrise and sunset, the moon is waxing and waning, the boat is approaching the Huainan country, and the sound of the flute is no longer lingering, it is more peaceful and quiet, and even agitated and high-spirited.

It seems that he is also used to being accompanied by a young girl, and she is used to listening attentively.

Or, when a person just stays by your side peacefully like a moon, you gradually get close to her unconsciously.

What is far is only distance, but what is near is always heart.

At another sunset, under the brilliant rays of the sun, the boat landed firmly on the shore.

Finally returned to the ground.

Sitting in Shelibao's shining car, Xiao Yao looked around for black and white old monsters, her eyes lost.

His shadow has long since disappeared, maybe dark fighters always go to dark places, unless there is a shadow of a sword, a sword, and a sword.

Xiao Yao restrained her melancholy, her heart silently mourning.

The road ahead is a little unknown, which makes people uneasy.

Huainan's national figures are prosperous.Liu An, king of Huainan, was fond of drumming and playing books. He didn't like galloping hunting dogs and horses.

(End of this chapter)